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Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: May 13, 2018

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We happened to look out the back door awhile back to see this odd sight. A duck, or maybe it’s a goose, perched on top of the chimney of the house behind us. Never saw one do that before. He stayed a long time, just surveying things. (A big crane was up there one time, though).

Then, the next photo is of a light fixture above the exam chair at the doctor’s place.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 304

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 304

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 304

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“Yeah, in here, Terry,” Kinsey hollered, as he heard Terry come in through the back door of the club. Terry came into the kitchen, going directly to the coffee pot, for a mug of coffee. He then pulled up a chair, to sit with Kinsey, Linda, and Melody. He’d had cup after cup of coffee at home, staying awake all night, and now felt jittery on top of being exhausted.

Kinsey eyed him, seeing how rough he looked this morning. “What happened to you? Did ya pull an all-nighter? You look like something the cat dragged in.” He chuckled.

With bleary eyes, Terry looked at all of them, there at the table. “Yeah, something like that,” he said. He lit a cigarette, blew smoke up into the air, then shaking his head, he said, “I want to tell you two gals something. Both of your brothers are psycho. I’ve suspected it for a long time, and last night…well, it’s official. They are the most messed up mother fuckers I’ve ever known, and I’ve known plenty.” He stopped, as Linda and Melody both began defending Steve and Ghost. He let them run on for a few minutes, then held up his hand to stop them.

“Okay, you’ve said your piece, done the sisterly thing, now I’m saying mine.” He paused a second, pointing to his arms and face. “You see these scratches here? You see this bite mark? You want to see the bruises? That’s all from Ghost.” He heard them all gasp.

“What…what are you talking about?” Melody asked.

“He attacked me,” Terry said, as he stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, I came over here in the middle of the night, because your psycho brother,” he looked at Linda, “called me, yelling and blubbering that he was gonna kill himself if I didn’t bring Ghost home to him. He was drunk as a skunk, let me tell ya. Anyways, I come over here to get him, and he goes and freaks out. I’m telling ya, he was possessed by the devil. I swear it.” He stopped, as Melody yelled.

“Liar! You’re making this up. Ghost would never…”

“Hold on lady,” Terry said. “I don’t lie about something like that. I was there. I was attacked. And, guess what? I knocked the shit outta him. He was trying to wreck us in the ditch, then he kept coming at me. Then, when we got out, the other one, Steve, came after me. Shit, all the trouble I get for doing them a favor.”  He lit another cigarette, and gulped some coffee.

“Another thing…ya might as well hear it from me…I came this close to killing both of them. I had my gun right up side Ghost’s face, and he just growled…yep…growled at me, and tried to bite me again.” He took another drink of coffee, sloshing some of the hot liquid out onto the table, as his hands shook.

“Well, the gun went off, but missed him. Then Steve came at me, and I was about to pull the trigger on him too, but the bastard was so drunk, he tripped over Ghost and face planted down the steps. I figure they deserve all the misery they can give each other, so I left it at that. They got lucky this time.” He shook his head. He was done talking.

Kinsey, Linda, and Melody were stunned. No one spoke for a few seconds.

“Where’s the gun, Terry?” Kinsey asked.

“I locked it in the safe,” Terry said.

“We have to go out there,” Linda said, getting up from the table. “Kinsey, keep an eye on the kids. We’re leaving.” She and Melody took off out the back door.

Narrowing his eyes, Kinsey asked, “You making that shit up?”

“Swear to God, just like I said, Kinsey,” Terry said. “Ghost just freaked out on me.” He got up to get more coffee.

“Something doesn’t add up,” Kinsey said. “Ghost was settled in on the couch in there, then you come in and he goes berserk. There’s something you’re not saying, Terry. Spill it…”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 302

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 302

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 302

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Ghost grabbed Terry’s arm, trying to make him stop driving. The car fish-tailed, almost going off in the ditch.

“God dammit,” Terry yelled, turning the steering wheel, bringing the car back under control. Shaking and pulling his arm away from Ghost’s grip, he finally broke free. But, Ghost came at him again, grabbing his hair, and hitting him hard. Terry had one hand on the wheel, but managed to reach up, yanking on Ghost’s hair, pulling him off of him, once more.

It didn’t last long, as Ghost continued scrabbling at him, so Terry elbowed him away, this time, hitting Ghost ‘s face, splitting his lip open against his sharp, broken tooth. Blood splattered out of his mouth, as he shouted, right up in Terry’s face.

“Stop…stop the car, Terry.” He sprayed drops of blood on Terry’s face and shirt.

“You fucking maniac,” Terry hollered. “No wonder Steve has had enough of you…get the hell off me.”

“No…I’ll kill you before you ever kill Steve,” Ghost said.

By this time, they were on the long dirt road leading to the house. It was soaked and muddy, and the car almost got stuck, spinning the wheels, and sliding sideways, just before gaining traction again, there on the gravel driveway. Terry managed to brake, and cut the engine, even as Ghost kept hitting him, wherever he could.

As Terry reached for the door handle, Ghost shoved him hard into it. He felt his pistol fall to the floor-board, but managed to grab it in his left hand. Pointing it right in Ghost’s face, he yelled, “Back off, or I’ll pull the trigger, Ghost…I swear I will.”

Ghost stopped for only a second, his blood splotched face, and hair mere inches from Terry’s. He was breathing hard, his hot breath fogging the windows. Then, he growled, low in his throat, as he tried to bite Terry.

“He’s possessed by the devil…” Terry thought, as he dodged Ghost’s teeth, and managed to open the car door, and falling sideways out onto the gravel. As he fell, the gun went off, the noise shattering the night, the bullet going up into the air. Stunned, they both gasped.

Then, scrabbling up, Terry jerked Ghost out of the car, dragging him up onto the porch steps, where he shoved Ghost down.

“Steve,” he yelled. “Steve…here’s your fucking boyfriend. Ya hear me in there?”

Frowning at the noise, Steve opened the door. “What the hell, Terry?”

“I came here to kill you for hurting Ghost, but I changed my mind. I’m killing this psycho instead,” Terry yelled. “If ya got something to say, better do it quick.” He pointed the gun down at Ghost, who tried to crawl away, but Terry stomped on his back, laying him flat.

Steve charged, but stumbled over Ghost, falling face first down the steps. Terry jumped out of the way.

“God help ya, you both deserve each other,” Terry said, shaking his head. He turned, went back to the car, and sprayed gravel and mud, as he careened down the muddy road.

Steve, still reeling from the alcohol, pulled himself up. Ghost lay there trying to catch his breath, staring up at the sky. 

“Ghost?” Steve asked. “You ok?” When Ghost didn’t answer, Steve reached down, pulling Ghost up. “Let’s go in…it’s raining again.” Leaning on each other, they went slowly up the steps, letting the screen door slam behind them. They made their way down the hallway to Ghost’s bedroom, where they both collapsed onto the bed.

They remained there in each other’s arms the rest of the night.

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Terry made it back to town, driving up to his apartment in back of the Whirling Disc record store. He shut off the engine, and just sat there, staring out at his front door. He was shaking all over. Glancing over to the passenger seat, he saw his gun lying there. He didn’t want to touch it. Breathing deep, to calm himself, he couldn’t stop his racing mind. What had happened tonight kept playing over and over, ending with his pointing the gun in Ghost’s face…not once, but twice.

“God help me…I was this close…this close to pulling the trigger and killing Ghost,” he said aloud. “And Steve, too. What the hell happened out there…what started it all?” The scenes began to replay again. Finally he reached for the gun, and slid out of the car. His knees feeling rubbery, he made it to his front door, and went inside. He didn’t sleep at all that night.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

A to Z Blog Challenge 2018 – Letter G

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A to Z Blog Challenge 2018 – Letter G 2018 A to Z Challenge

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https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1sBsRxpSCFjdPtDgabYvdWqFcRZg31HrNivQ6T3CXXso/edit#gid=1859961546

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Welcome to the 2018 edition of the A to Z Blogging Challenge!

All through the month of April, the challenge asks us to blog every day (except Sundays), and to go through the alphabet A to Z, connecting our posts to the letter of each day.

My idea for this time, my 5th to participate, is to showcase a book or two each day, and provide a tiny bit of information about them. These will not be a full book review, but just saying what it is about, and if I liked the book or not.

These books are mostly books that I already have on my shelves, and have read, or are on my to be read stacks. There will be a very few of them that I don’t already own, or have read.

I will also post a quote each day that has something to say about books, or reading.

Hope you enjoy, and maybe see a book or a few that you might want to read, too.

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“Gone”, by Michael Grant is a Teen/Young Adult novel. It is the start of a continuing series, with the same characters throughout.

The story starts with a ‘poof’. That is, as the teens are in class, their teacher just disappears. They soon find out that all the adults are just gone. As we meet the characters, woven into a thrilling tale, they try to find out what has happened, and what they will do now.

There are the typical good kids, and bad kids who have confrontations. Then, a few of the teens seem to have developed certain kinds of powers. There are scary parts, and funny parts as well as the continuing mystery of their situation.

And, I sure wanted to find out what happened, so I was hooked on the whole series.

The books are fast paced, and easy to read. I’d definitely recommend them.

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“Graves End”, by Elaine Mercado, is her true story of living in a haunted house. This took place in Brooklyn, New York, and they are still living in the house, today.

If you like ghost stories, especially if they are a true account of a paranormal experience, this is a good one.

The author and her family finally had help from parapsychologist, Dr. Hans Holzer, and medium, Marisa Anderson. They eventually found out what was causing all the spooky things that happened to them and the house.

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Mystery Box Chickens

Join the MB Chickens tomorrow for a look at books with the titles beginning with Letter H.

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© 2018 BS

Shadow of a Ghost – Song Lyric Sunday

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Shadow of a Ghost – Song Lyric Sunday

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 3/18/18

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Today, for SLS, Helen has challenged us to find songs that have to do with shadows. Thanks, Helen!

This really was a challenge for me, because I couldn’t just think of one right off. I know there is the Moonshadow song by Cat Stevens, and I love it, but it seemed too obvious a choice. So, I looked on google for songs about shadows, and didn’t recognize any of them that were listed.

I then thought of typing in ‘ghost shadows’, because when do I not ever think about ghosts. Anyway, this song popped up, and I listened to it. I’d never heard of the singer, or the song. I was pleasantly surprised. This was a really good song, and it has great music.

Now, I don’t quite know what to say about the video. It is strange. There are zombies roaming around. First the singer is on stage singing, then there are zombies chasing her. Why? It’s like a horror movie type deal, but interesting to watch, and I wanted to follow the story to see what happened.

For a brand new to me song and singer, I give it a 10 out of 10. You know, I love horror stories, movies, and all things ghosts, so yeah, I liked this one a lot.

Anyway, give it a listen, see what you think.

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“Shadow of a Ghost”, by Emma Lee, was released as a single from her album, “Backseat Heroine”, in 2012. It was written by Emma Lee and Karen Kosowski.

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Red light, red light please turn green
Do you know what you’re doin’ to me?
Don’t you know I’ve got somewhere to be?
Midnight, midnight please come clean
Give me brand new air to breathe
Don’t you know I’m struggling?
When I need you most you’re a shadow of a ghost
You’re sleeping on the job
My slumbering god
When the whistle blows you’re a cinder in the smoke
So quick to disappear
I wonder are you even here?
Taxman, coming to collect
I’ve overpaid my debt
Don’t you know I’ve nothing left?
Thunder, thunder over head
Are you finished with me yet?
Don’t you know I’m soaking wet?
When I need you most you’re a shadow of a ghost
You’re sleeping on the job
My slumbering god
When the whistle blows you’re a cinder in the smoke
So quick to disappear
I wonder are you even here?
Even here…even here…even here…even here…
Goodbye, goodbye mystery
You’ve lead me to believe
My only hope is me

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Lyrics found on Genius Lyrics

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